It was a late Saturday afternoon and all that could be heard was the hum of the refrigerator, the occasional car drive past and the sound of rain on the roof.
It was almost silent, no music, talking or television. It was calming almost meditative. I sat on the sofa with my feet up, in a cosy argyle sweater that I’d bought second hand.
I felt an internal stillness and I felt at peace but I also couldn’t help but wonder why I didn’t allow myself to have moments like this more often.
The next day I indulged in silence once more. This time I was cleaning and had planned to put on a podcast or a playlist. Once I got started sorting, wiping and organising I realised how much I liked the quiet. It felt a little luxurious and just lovely.
It’s interesting that something so significant could come from something so simple. And what I liked even more is that it was unintentional. It wasn’t me forcing myself to be in silence which I think is why I liked it so much.